Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta and Sara aka Nikki Black and Sukiethree for pre-reading!

EPOV

oOo

I had never been one to be jealous, not even while I was married. I worked in the fashion industry, constantly surrounded by beautiful people; it was only natural to take notice of the people around me.

Of course, that was until I saw the way other men looked at Bella. The few times we'd been out in public together their eyes would rake over her body, taking in all her beauty and undressing her with their eyes. It drove me insane and made my newly found inner caveman rear his head.

To make matters worse, every damn day Bella showed up in another dress or a short skirt. And on the days that she wore pants, they were skinny jeans or tight leather leggings that looked painted on.

As crude as it sounded, I didn't think my dick could take it much longer. We were taking things slowly and getting to know each other better, but that wasn't to say I hadn't had fantasies about taking her on my desk a time or two—or a hundred. Andrea was a beautiful woman, and I had been affected by her at one point in time, but never in the way I was affected by Bella. I quite literally craved her.

Today was no different than all of the rest. She wore a black Valentino mini dress that showed off her legs amazingly paired with black leather knee-high Christian Louboutin boots.

I had a stack of articles to get through, plus I had a meeting with my head stylist that afternoon to go over the cover and celebrity spread for our December issue coming up in a couple of months. But instead of concentrating on any of those things, all I could think about were those boots and how she would look with nothing but them on; those signature red-bottomed heels on my shoulders while I laid her back on my desk and pounded into her. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind and failing miserably.

"Edward?" I heard Bella call my name, snapping me out of my daze. "Victoria is here for your meeting."

I glanced up at the clock. Fuck, it was already half-past four. "Okay, send her in, then." I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"Is everything all right?" Bella asked.

I nodded. "Yes, just a little distracted today. Send Victoria in, please. Now, Bella," I said firmly, dismissing her when she stood there a moment too long. I knew I was acting more temperamental than I had recently, but in all honesty, I was just overwhelmed by all these new feelings and how they were affecting me and my work.

"Of course," she said as she hurried out to send Victoria in. At least I'd gotten a good look at her ass.

oOo

"Isabella!" I called out to her after Victoria left my office. I was absolutely livid with the sketches and mock-ups Victoria had presented me with. They were half-assed and cheap looking. Soigné was all or nothing, and I'd have preferred she presented me with nothing.

"Isabella!" This time I yelled. She came hurrying into my office, eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, Edward, I was just finishing up—"

"Whatever it was, it's not important!" I barked at her, causing her to clamp her mouth shut. I knew that I was taking my frustrations out on the wrong person, but I was irritated beyond belief. I was supposed to have a team of employees to delegate jobs to, specific jobs which they were hired for, but instead, it always ended up on my desk half-done and waiting for me to fix it. I was tired of these people's incompetence.

"Look at these and tell me what you see. Please." I gestured angrily to the papers in front of me.

She hesitated for a moment, looking over the sketches before speaking. "A mess. I see a mess. This is for Lady Gaga's cover?" she asked and I gave a sharp nod as she continued, "I mean, her style has changed dramatically in recent years. She's still... different, but not nearly as extreme. This is too much. I can see why Victoria went so... edgy, since it is Gaga, but this is Soigné. You need edgy and classy. This is just... messy." She stared at me, her eyes wide and nervous. It was as if she was shocked at her own appraisal.

"You get it," I said as I rose from my seat. "You get it almost as well as I do, Bella."

"I mean, I don't know about that. I just told you what I saw and what I thought," she said quietly as I took a step closer to her.

"And what you thought was accurate. You understand this already after such a short time, more than some people who have worked here for years." I inched closer to her.

"Edward, I—" she began to say, but I cut her off, gripping her face in my hands and crashing my mouth against hers hungrily. I couldn't help myself; the way she'd just explained everything she was seeing as if it were second nature to her was fucking hot.

It only took a second before she was kissing me back just as desperately. I walked us backward, sitting down in my desk chair and pulling her down to straddle my lap all while never breaking our kiss. She moaned softly, giving me just enough access to her mouth to slip my tongue past her lips, tangling it with her own. I groaned into her mouth as she started to grind herself against me. I was sure she could feel me hard and straining against my pants since I could feel the heat of her pussy pressing against me through the layers of my clothing. That was until she sat up just a little higher, and suddenly we were tipping backward and there was no way for me to fight gravity. We hit the floor with a loud thunk, the high back on the chair thankfully cushioning my fall as I cushioned Bella's. We lay there on the floor staring at each other before Bella started to giggle, and I couldn't stop myself from laughing with her.

"I'm sorry that I basically attacked you after yelling at you," I said as I helped her up off of the floor. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Please stop apologizing each time you kiss me. I'll take the apology for your yelling, but not for the kiss." She dusted herself off and I nodded.

"No apologies for kissing you, got it. But I really am sorry for yelling. I'm just so aggravated. I don't know what these people are getting paid for. In all honesty, you could probably do Victoria's job. Your thoughts were spot on."

She rolled her eyes again. "Alice still puts together my outfits for me, Edward. I'm not exactly ready to dress models and celebrities."

"Maybe not yet, but one day, you will," I told her truthfully.

"I want to write, Edward," she said quietly, almost as if she was afraid to say it to me. I gave her a reassuring smile.

"There's nothing saying that you can't one day write for Soigné. That is, of course, if that's what you want."

"Maybe one day," she replied.

"Now, will you have dinner with me tonight?" I asked her, effectively changing the subject.

"Edward Cullen, are you asking me out on a date?" She smiled.

I shrugged. "It's the least I can do after attacking you." I smirked.